Speculation that's useless if we can't talk to him.

[ she's not meaning to be purposely obstinate. but she's still running on thinned patience and brittle temperament. ]

I've no expectations. But four mages and four with vague magical talent against assumed deities isn't what I'd call favourable fucking odds. [ maybe, she's just a little too sore from the battle she was pulled from. twenty-two and a handful of pig farmers against an entire army. this felt like a parallel slap to the face. ]